Something Borrowed

"Oh my God, Mom, it's hopeless!" Terry pulled at the top of her wedding dress, exaggerating the gap between the dress and her breasts. Tears started to well up in her eyes as she slouched and dropped her arms to her sides. She flopped back into the bean-bag chair behind her as her hoop skirt bounced up above her line of sight, showing her perfect pale legs covered in white stockings, a blue and white garter halfway up one thigh. Her mother noted there were no panties but didn't comment.

"Now Terry, don't get all worked up, we can fix this." Terry's mom, Mabel, stood in the center of the room wringing her hands together, the sleeves of her tasteful turquoise blazer rubbing against it. She took a step towards her daughter and, fighting the hoops, looked at Terry and took an assessment of the situation.

Her hair was OK still, the dark black ponytail was intact. Her makeup needed some touch-ups, but that would be doable. The rest of the dress was fine, but the chest, well, it was mostly empty, and the low back and scoop sides weren't going to allow any improvisation by using sweat socks or the like. In fact, the front of the dress had flopped forward and had exposed her C cup breasts which, for the first time, were feeling inadequate to her.

"Don't cry, dear. Your makeup will run."

"Fine by me. It will keep people from looking at my boobs." Terry looked up at Mabel.

Mabel couldn't help it; she started giggling, and then laughing. Terry smirked a little at first, and then stated laughing herself, the tension of the moment momentarily broken.

A knock came at the door. "Hey you two, the limo will be here in about 10 minutes."

"Thanks, Dad." Terry called back, the giggles dying down. "Mom, can you help me up?"

Mabel took Terry's hand and pulled, lifting her out of her chair. "Now, my leaky bride, I have the perfect fix in mind, but we need to get your face cleaned up first."

"How bad is it?" Terry asked as she took a step across the room, stumbling for a moment in her grandma's shoes. She leaned into the mirror above her chest of drawers.

"Bad, but nothing that can't be fixed. Here, let me," Mabel reached around her daughter's head, pressed firmly into her temples, and lifted her face panel off. Terry's expression of concern on her disembodied face softened and relaxed almost instantly. Mabel opened up what looked to be an old-fashioned wooden jewelry box and placed the face panel inside. Pressing a couple of buttons on the inside, she closed the box. It beeped, and then began a quiet low-frequency hum.

"A little warning next time, OK?" Terry said, a little louder than she meant to with no face attached to muffle the sound, as she turned her head towards her mom. Mabel could tell, even without a face panel attached, that Terry was trying to look annoyed.

"Sorry. Didn't want you to dwell on something so easily fixed."

Terry's head nodded. "OK, so that'll take a few minutes. So what about these?" She reached up and grasped her breasts to make her point.

Mabel sighed while she removed her blazer.

"No, no way mom, I'm not going to do it."

"Do you see a better idea? We can't shrink your dress and stuffing it with tube socks will be a little obvious." Mabel untucked her blouse and pulled it carefully over her head, making sure to not unsettle her expensive hairdo.

"I've seen you naked, mom, and, no offense, but I don't think anyone will believe your saggy boobs belong on a twenty-one year old college student." Terry's voice was now getting louder on purpose.

Mabel unclasped her large, industrial front-clasp bra with one hand. "Well, you see, since you were leaving home, your father and I were planning a vacation of our own." She shrugged her shoulders and allowed the bra to fall backwards to the floor.

Mabel stood before her daughter sporting the most impressive, expansive and perfect chest Terry had ever seen. "We are going to go to Hawaii, and he wanted me to be comfortable with how I looked in a swimsuit. These were a present from him."

"My God, mom! Those are huge! When did you get those?"

"Last weekend. Like I said, they are a gift from your father."

Terry shook her head. "I don't know, mom, I don't know."

"Look, you take them." Mabel reached up to collar bone, dug her fingertips into the skin, and pulled downward. The skin peeled in a perfect outline around her breasts to just below her ribcage. "Today, you need them more than I do."

"But what about our honeymoon? We leave directly from the reception. Danny knows about you and me, but his family doesn't. I can't give these back before we go."

Mabel shrugged. "Just get them back to me when you can."

"Thank you." Terry whispered, and, in a similar motion as her mother, removed her breasts.

The two fembots exchanged chests, silently and carefully setting the bottom of the skin fragment onto their frames and rolling the covering up towards their shoulders, ensuring all the seams matched.

Mabel picked up her bra and opened up her daughters topmost drawer. Pulling out a pair of tube socks, she stuffed them into the cups before she redid the clasp.

"Damn, mom. These are nice." Terry said as she turned and looked in the mirror again. Noting something odd, she looked first in the mirror and then back down to her current breasts. "Mom, are these pierced?" Terry grabbed one nipple and rolled it between her fingers, feeling the small hole and confirming her suspicion.

Mabel's cheeks turned beet red. "Well, um, your father-"

Terry's hands reached into the air, stopping her mom's explanation. "No, no, that's OK mom. I know waaay too much already." Terry replied as she reached down to pull up the front of her dress. It was a near perfect fit, the dress now a tad small if anything. She settled her new bosom into place and pulled the cover from the built-in tape strips, effectively gluing the dress into place for the next several hours.

Mabel, meanwhile, had just finished putting her blazer back on. "Turn around, let me look at you." Terry did, and Mabel smiled. "You are beautiful. Danny is such a lucky guy."

"I know." Terry replied. "I love you, mom." Terry leaned down and gave her mom a strong and deep hug.

"I love you, too." Mabel replied. They held their embrace in silence for a few moments.

Another knock came from the door. "Girls, the limo is here!"

"Coming!" Mabel replied. She let her daughter go and stepped past her to the chest of drawers. Opening up the jewelry box, she picked up Terry's face plate and turned towards her daughter. Silently, Terry leaned forward and Mabel reattached her daughter's face, the makeup fully and perfectly refreshed. Nearly instantly, Terry's face came to life with a warm smile.

Hand in hand, Mabel walked her daughter out of her room, through their home, and out to the limo. Her new husband awaited.

---

Back to the story archive